scenes from a pendulum

I've been feeling rather manic lately. the pretty notes are growing shriller. 

the uncanterbury. 

this is the first place I stayed in seattle when I initially moved here in 1997. i slept on the floor of my friend's room with my husband on the night we got married. one of the other roommates heard that we'd eloped and bought us a bottle of cheap champagne. I toasted pita bread stuffed with mozzarella and used stolen jack-in-the-box napkins instead of toilet paper. a week later we rented our own place, a squalid basement studio on Denny. there were bars on the window and no doorknob to the bathroom. I am astonished and jealous by how fucking naive and optimistic I was about everything then. 

I think this house used to be painted blue. it's a lot nicer now. 

contrasts off 13th. time marches on. 

off broadway. 

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the conservatory: 

this was nearly impossible to focus. I wanted a neutral background and ended up having to squat and balance to take this. it still didn't turn out quite like I wanted. 

this flower was pink and purple and girly and fabulous, so I sterilized it. 

moist! 

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the cropped version, Capitol Hill. 

Roy Street. 

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and then North Bend happened. 

train frippery. 

this was near a North Bend garage sale run by a belligerent toothless woman, a daughter who complimented my "spirals", and what appeared to be the dregs of a bottle of rosé. 

streetlight wires were encased with burls. 

and there was even a fucking kangaroo at a random-ass petting zoo at some street carnival punctuated by a cover band braying John Cougar Mellencamp. 

the clouds were sinuous. 

and then, back to the neighborhood. 

and to the humility of reality.